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    i watch the objects form in cloudy skies

    a bat, a pirate ship and then her eyes

    so i pound a shot down

    punch

    my arm and set up a new round

    till me, myself and i cant concentrate

    the clouds conspire to show me what i miss

    her

    hair, her cheeks, her lips puckered up to kiss

    the wind blows

    drags her nose

    through her forehead like a horn grows

    the omen

    clear but years too late

    nova scotia's so damn cold yeah

    i moved here to give her space

    drinking stoli to kill my

    memory

    theres not enough to lose her face

    she poisoned our hometown

    so i moved a half a world away

    where frozen

    winter chokes the color

    leaving black and white and gray

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